Our Christmas shopping’s now on hold —

someone should get these mobs controlled;

they’re smashing all the better stores —

I say, these yellow vests are bores;

they really have a lot of cheek

to block the roads again this week;

the government’s not doing much —

Macron has really lost his touch;

the sans-culottes are back again —

it’s prob’ly the fault of Le Pen;

‘we’ve chopped off heads for less than this’ —

how dare they ruin my Christmas.

I’m looking for some presents and

we’ve got a dinner party planned;

it’s rude to bomb out all the shops

when we need iPhones and laptops;

how can I get my shopping done

when revolution spoils the fun?

They’re overturning fancy cars —

why don’t they put ’em behind bars?;

my fav’rite bistro’s been enflamed —

the working class should be ashamed;

oh, foo, the bank’s on fire, too —

this revolution’s fastidieux ;

I don’t mind riots, when genteel,

but fie on storming the Bastille;

why can’t they just obey the laws,

go home and wait for Santa Claus?

This ‘toppling the bourgeoisie’

for Christmas is non raffiné ;

there’s still some things I haven’t bought —

let’s gift ‘em a whiff of grapeshot.

                                                                            ~ Craig Kurtz

                                                                                 Louisa, VA, USA